Tonedeff - Bang lyrics
[Tonedeff - Bang lyrics]
We ain’t playin tonight
QN5 ain’t playing tonight
We ain’t playin tonight
QN5 ain’t playing tonight
We ain’t playin tonight
Tonedeff, he ain’t playing tonight
We ain’t playin tonight
QN5 ain’t playing tonight
Bang! You know we come to Bang!
You throwin nothing! Bang!
Right on the button! Bang!
Good night, bitch bang!
You know we come to Bang!
We own you fuckers! Bang!
So don’t be frontin…Hey!
Y’all ain’t built to Bang!
Yo! I’m armed with gifts that
Hit like a dodge
Bombing like I’m on a mission from god
When you dip from the shot
Then you’re tripped and get dropped
With an omaplata grippin that arm
With a viscious resolve
Twistin it off to leave as a tip at the palms
It’s unanimous, I consider decisions a loss
Cause son, I’m a closer
Coming to finish the job
Snakey slick talkers get unhinged at the jaw
Brother, you’d think they’re confessing
Sins to the father
The way that they kissin this cross
Lift you off-a ya feet
Like you sit in a saw rigged with ball
At the opposite end fit to rip
Through a wall – Demolition-grade!
Splitting the top of your noggin
Till you spin and then topple
And then you out cold like getting a dip in
The pond while up in the Michigan frost
Sleeping like you was whiffin exhaust
Off of the choruses and the underhooks that’s
Keepin you pinned to the song
Ditched by your sponsors
A pink slip from the boss
Herb Dean will have to administer salts
Just to get you to talk you can’t
I’m switching my stances…So swift
With the stanzas got you dancing with stars
But no disco or actors
Son, this is just practice
You the dude with the wife and 50 kids
Cause apparently you only pull out of fights
Don’t be fooled by the hype
When the truth is I’m actually nastier like
Cecil Peoples saying the kicks don’t count
But, I hit to the rhythm and
Got em tappin to strikes
I’m a natural athlete
Fight to the death if the ref was in absence
So at the request of the
Champion I’m bringing a medic
And testing olympian levels on the
Rest of your matches
I’m pressing the action – If you layin’ and
Prayin’ and doin dick from the top
Then confess to your passion – you the
Type to opt-in for a prison massage
The difference is obvious
Kid when I hit you there’s ominous
Music that lifts from the audience
You quite the opposite
It’s like you flick me with nickels your
Strikes are as stiff as a dollar…wet
This is dominance in the broadest
Sense – I got
A sound defense for staying off the fence
I grip around your neck
Until your eyes get bugged out…and I’ma
Choke you the fuck out
And when the ‘showtime’ kicks
In I’ll bury you
Digging in a post-fight interview with Ariel
Your girl knows what she wants
She said she LOVES to stand & bang
– but never threw a punch
QN5 ain’t playing tonight
We ain’t playin tonight
QN5 ain’t playing tonight
We ain’t playin tonight
Tonedeff, he ain’t playing tonight
We ain’t playin tonight
QN5 ain’t playing tonight
Bang! You know we come to Bang!
You throwin nothing! Bang!
Right on the button! Bang!
Good night, bitch bang!
You know we come to Bang!
We own you fuckers! Bang!
So don’t be frontin…Hey!
Y’all ain’t built to Bang!
Yo! I’m armed with gifts that
Hit like a dodge
Bombing like I’m on a mission from god
When you dip from the shot
Then you’re tripped and get dropped
With an omaplata grippin that arm
With a viscious resolve
Twistin it off to leave as a tip at the palms
It’s unanimous, I consider decisions a loss
Cause son, I’m a closer
Coming to finish the job
Snakey slick talkers get unhinged at the jaw
Brother, you’d think they’re confessing
Sins to the father
The way that they kissin this cross
Lift you off-a ya feet
Like you sit in a saw rigged with ball
At the opposite end fit to rip
Through a wall – Demolition-grade!
Splitting the top of your noggin
Till you spin and then topple
And then you out cold like getting a dip in
The pond while up in the Michigan frost
Sleeping like you was whiffin exhaust
Off of the choruses and the underhooks that’s
Keepin you pinned to the song
Ditched by your sponsors
A pink slip from the boss
Herb Dean will have to administer salts
Just to get you to talk you can’t
I’m switching my stances…So swift
With the stanzas got you dancing with stars
But no disco or actors
Son, this is just practice
You the dude with the wife and 50 kids
Cause apparently you only pull out of fights
Don’t be fooled by the hype
When the truth is I’m actually nastier like
Cecil Peoples saying the kicks don’t count
But, I hit to the rhythm and
Got em tappin to strikes
I’m a natural athlete
Fight to the death if the ref was in absence
So at the request of the
Champion I’m bringing a medic
And testing olympian levels on the
Rest of your matches
I’m pressing the action – If you layin’ and
Prayin’ and doin dick from the top
Then confess to your passion – you the
Type to opt-in for a prison massage
The difference is obvious
Kid when I hit you there’s ominous
Music that lifts from the audience
You quite the opposite
It’s like you flick me with nickels your
Strikes are as stiff as a dollar…wet
This is dominance in the broadest
Sense – I got
A sound defense for staying off the fence
I grip around your neck
Until your eyes get bugged out…and I’ma
Choke you the fuck out
And when the ‘showtime’ kicks
In I’ll bury you
Digging in a post-fight interview with Ariel
Your girl knows what she wants
She said she LOVES to stand & bang
– but never threw a punch